Beneath the Malebolge lies Hastings street... (Angol)
Beneath the Malebolge lies Hastings street The province of the pimp upon his beat Where each in his little world of drugs or crime Drifts hopelessly, or hopeful, begs a dime Wherewith to purchase half-a-pint of piss Although he will be cheated, even in this.
I hope, although I doubt it, that God knows This place where chancres blossom like the rose For in each face is such a hard despair That nothing like a grief finds entrance there. An on this scene from all excuse exempt The mountains gaze in absolute contempt. Yes this, yet this is Canada, my friend Yours to absolve of ruin, or make an end. Feltöltő | P. T. |
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